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142. I’ll Be The Villian

Author: Hermajesty
last update Huling Na-update: 2026-01-15 23:32:49

Alina’s POV

The silence that followed was worse than any shout.

It pressed in, heavy and cold, wrapping around us until the only sound left was our ragged breathing and the faint drip of melting snow from the window ledge outside.

Valentino stared at me like I’d just driven a knife into his chest.

His eyes, those golden, fierce eyes that usually burned with possession, with love, with fire, went wide, then glassy.

I wanted to take it back.

Wanted to tell him I didn’t mean any of those words. Wanted to tell him I had my reasons.

But I couldn’t.

I didn’t.

My throat burned and tears kept falling, hot and fast, dripping off my chin onto the floor.

Val took one staggering step back, like my words had physical weight. His bare back hit the wall again, harder this time, the thud echoing in the quiet room.

“Why?” His voice cracked on the single word.

“Alina… why would you say that to me?”

He dragged a hand through his hair, fingers trembling. Blood from earlier, still crusted on his knuckle
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